He was a bit dazed and recalled that two hours ago, after the museum closed, Xiao Quan had counted all the artifacts, locked up the museum, and left.,Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.,"Woof…" The little yellow dog raised its head and gave him a withering look, then turned over and continued to sleep.。